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Closets

by lizz-baughn

I dream of a day When "coming out of the closet" Isn't even a thing anymore. When "straight" is just a direction, "Gay" just means cheery, And "bisexual" Isn't even a word anymore. When people look at someone And see a human, Instead of a stigmatized word Defining that person's way Of loving other people. I dream of a day When a man Can hold another man's hand, Without the people around them Whispering "Oh my god, is he gay?" When a girl can kiss another girl Without being called sluts Or attention whores Or "barsexuals." I dream of a day When love is simply that, LOVE. Not something political, Or religious,  or controversial, But just something beautiful Between two beautiful Human hearts.
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Jan 14, 2014
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